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Pagina 223 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Pagina 329 - Alack, master, we have but one spare bed in the whole house. TONY. And to my knowledge, that's taken up by three lodgers already. (After a pause, in which the rest seem disconcerted.) I have hit it. Don't you think, Stingo, our landlady could accommodate the gentlemen by the fire-side, with three chairs and a bolster?
Pagina 333 - Why, really, sir, your bill of fare is so exquisite, that any one part of it is full as good as another. Send us what you please. So much for supper. And now to see that our beds are aired, and properly taken care of.
Pagina 328 - I'll wager the rascals a crown, They always preach best with a skinful. But when you come down with your pence, For a slice of their scurvy religion, I'll leave it to all men of sense, But you, my good friend, are the pigeon. Toroddle, toroddle, toroll ! Then come, put the jorum about, And let us be merry and clever, Our hearts and our liquors are stout, Here's the Three Jolly Pigeons for ever.
Pagina 414 - Here's to the maid with a bosom of snow: Now to her that's as brown as a berry : Here's to the wife with a face full of woe, And now to the damsel that's merry.
Pagina 121 - Beauty the lover's gift ! Lord, what is a lover, that it can give? Why, one makes lovers as fast as one pleases, and they live as long as one pleases, and they die as soon as one pleases ; and then, if one pleases, one makes more.
Pagina 367 - ... in geometry, that she might know something of the contagious countries; — but, above all, Sir Anthony, she should be mistress of orthodoxy, that she might not misspell and mispronounce words so shamefully as girls usually do; and likewise that she might reprehend the true meaning of what she is saying. This, Sir Anthony, is what I would have a woman know; - — and I don't think there is a superstitious article in it Sir Anth.
Pagina 373 - Passion is of no service, you impudent, insolent, overbearing reprobate ! There, you sneer again ! don't provoke me ! but you rely upon the mildness of my temper, you do, you dog ! you play upon the meekness of my disposition ! Yet...
Pagina 323 - By inscribing this slight performance to you, I do not mean so much to compliment you as myself. It may do me some honour to inform the public, that I have lived many years in intimacy with you. It may serve the interests of mankind also to inform them, that the greatest wit may be found in a character, without impairing the most unaffected piety.